Will ye go tae Flanders, Young Jimmy-o?
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Oh will ye go tae Flanders, Young Jimmy-o?
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There you'll get wine and brandy
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And medals find and dandy,
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O will ye go to Flanders, Young Jimmy-o?
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Oh dinnae go tae Flanders, Young Jimmy-o!
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Dinnae go tae Flanders, my own dear Jimmy-o!
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What good tae me is brandy
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And medals find and dandy,
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If you're lyin' deid on Flanders, My Jimmy-o?
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Will ye go tae Flanders, young Jimmy-o?
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And serve those who command us, Young Jimmy-o?
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We fight the fearful Hun
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With our long Lee-Enfield guns
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Though he's just your fellow man
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When we stop for Christmas day.
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Jimmy went to Flanders so many years ago,
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To the Somme, to Ypres and Arras, not so many years ago.
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He played his pipes to battle
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And the laddies died like cattle
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And the brandy was drunk in Whitehall
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A million miles away.
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What saw ye there in Flanders, my Jimmy-o?
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What se ye there in Flanders, My Own Jimmy-o?
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We rang the victory bells
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Over every foe that fell
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Workin' men just like mysel', My Rosie-o.
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Young Jimmy In Flanders
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| Andy M. Stewart |
